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An old person reflects on loveGavin Ewart
Vol. 5 No. 15 · 18 August 1983

An old person reflects on love

Gavin Ewart

Those who said that they loved us
are terribly dead
                 or not quite right in the head
or they went missing
thirty years after the last passionate kissing,

gone, with no phone calls or letters;
with other mates;
           you could say they were now dates
only in history,
vanished so far that they’re not even a mystery.

In ways they’re like unsolved murders –
the words ‘Last seen’
        suit them well, tell how they’ve been
around and living.
Now they’re beyond love’s silly taking and giving.

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